_Mor._ [_Giving him the Casket._] 'Tis impossible to escape them; for the way to our horses lies back again by the house, and then we shall meet them full in the teeth. Here, take these jewels; thou mayst leap the walls, and get away. _Ant._ And what will become of thee, then, poor kind soul? _Mor._ I must take my fortune. When you are got safe into your own country, I hope you will bestow a sigh on the memory of her who loved you. _Ant._ It makes me mad to think, how many a good night will be lost betwixt us! Take back thy jewels; 'tis an empty casket without thee: besides, I should never leap well with the weight of all thy father's sins about me; thou and they had been a bargain. _Mor._ Pr'ythee take them, 'twill help me to be revenged on him. _Ant._ No, they'll serve to make thy peace with him. _Mor._ I hear them coming; shift for yourself at least; remember I am yours for ever. [_Servants crying,_ "this way, this way," _behind the Scenes._ _Ant._ And I but the empty shadow of myself without thee!--Farewell, father-in-law, that should have been, if I had not been curst in my mother's belly.--Now, which way, Fortune? [_Runs amazedly backwards and forwards. Servants within,_ "Follow, follow; yonder are the villains." O, here's a gate open; but it leads into the castle; yet I must venture it. [_A shout behind the Scenes, where_ ANTONIO _is going out._ There's the rabble in a mutiny; what, is the devil up at midnight! However, 'tis good herding in a crowd. [_Runs out._ MUFTI _runs to_ MORAYMA, _and lays hold on her, then snatches away the Casket._ _Muf._ Now, to do things in order, first I seize upon the bag, and then upon the baggage; for thou art but my flesh and blood, but these are my life and soul. _Mor._ Then let me follow my flesh and blood, and keep to yourself your life and soul. _Muf._ Both, or none; come away to durance. _Mor._ Well, if it must be so, agreed; for I have another trick to play you, and thank yourself for what shall follow. _Enter Servants._ _Joh._ [_From above._] One of them took through the private way into the castle; follow him, be sure, for these are yours already. _Mor._ Help here quickly, Omar, Abedin! I have hold on the villain that stole my jewels; but 'tis a lusty rogue, and he will prove too strong for me. What! help, I say; do you not know your master's daughter? _Muf._ Now, if I cry out, they will know my voice, and then I am disgraced for ever. O thou art a venomous cockatrice! _Mor._ Of your own begetting. [_The Servants seize him._ _1 Serv._ What a glorious deliverance have you had, madam, from this bloody-minded Christian!